Great news!

Aumelan ~ Blessed of the Gods is on the virtual shelves and ready for purchase!

*does the Snoopy dance around Charlene Blogs*

It's been 35 years in the waiting and now has a home at your favorite online book stores. A blog tour is in the planning for February 10-20th, but you all are special. I won't make you wait to get the scoop. *wink* So let's introduce it all proper and such with the blurb, excerpt, and book trailer for you to enjoy!

Aumelan ~ Blessed of the Gods

ISBN: 978-0989984645

Pages: 337 (paperback)

Publisher: Astraea Press

Blurb

The
unbelievable just hit Sun City. His name is Chad.

Chad Aumelan
is in love, but his world isn't right. Not when he's forbidden to have Dae just
because she's his slave.

When Salana
Goffin meets Chad, she's faced with the unbelievable: A man who must take
energy from a host to survive. He wants to find a cure to free the woman he
loves. How can Salana turn away such a noble cause?

Together,
they search for answers, but fate has another plan.

Book Trailer

Excerpt

Black clouds morphed across the
sky, and Salana pressed her forehead against the third-floor sunroom window.
Her hair framed the sides of her face, blocking the view of her indoor garden.

Another storm.

She blinked at the distant trees.
Silhouetted by the glow of the city, branches swung as if throwing punches at
the wind in a wild frenzy.

And another reason for Mother and
Father not to show.

Her breath misted the glass as
her whisper fell from her lips. “Then again, when do they ever show?” Flight
delays, meetings, vacations… One thing I can count on is their absence.

A thick bolt of lightning pierced
the heavens and cut the black sky in half. She blinked several times to
disperse the bright image and looked three stories below to the dark grounds.
Rain pounded the backyard terrace like silver streams as they reflected the
light from the glass sliding doors of the morning room. She could hardly make
out the ivory lounges and tables that pocked the area.

Thunder clashed, and the
arboretum quaked around her. Placing her finger at the center of the misted
glass, she traced a straight line downward until her hand fell to her side.
With a sigh, she turned her back on the scene and scanned her garden nook.Black iron trellises stretched
around her favorite trio of garden chairs and hourglass stands. The cozy
loveseat seemed to invite her to curl up in its overstuffed lap to pout.She strolled to the flowers and
stroked a yellow bud. “But you’ve always been here, haven’t you?”

Plucking the
perfect bloom, she sighed and then tucked it behind her ear.

Tip-taps sounded from beyond the
nook, and her nanny’s blue quarter-moon eyes peeked around the trellis. Her
singsong voice danced off the tip of her tongue. “There you are, Ducky.”

Despite Salana’s gloom, the sweet
words warmed her heart. An involuntary twitch tugged the corner of her mouth
into a lopsided grin. No matter they never show. Nina’s always here. Always.
“There I am.”

“I knew I’d find you among the flowers.”
Nina’s hair brushed the shoulder of her paisley-print blouse as she dipped her
head to the side. “You know you shouldn’t be up here in such a storm. The news
circuits say it’s taking down trees all along the coast. Sun City’s going to
get a good pounding.”

Her melodic tone played alongside
the heavy rhythm of rain on the solarium roof. “The weather this summer has
been so odd. I must say, I don’t think I’ve ever seen so many storms since the
flood when you were a little girl.” She sighed. “Needless to say, your mother
and father’s flight was canceled. They decided to just stay in North Arba and
leave for Crescent Steeple from there. Those caves make for good protection
against weather like this. Always wondered what people saw in living beneath
the rock, but there you have it. One good reason, anyway.”

“From what I understand, there
are a lot more down there than those who live in that bordering city.”

“An odd lot, those deep dwellers,
even more odd than the Arbans. But the Arbans did negotiate a treaty of sorts
with the Terracians, so...” Nina blinked and upped her fair brows as her voice
trailed from the topic. “Well, at any count, you’ll have to stand in for them
at the embassy’s quatercentenary celebration this weekend.”

Salana nodded. Nothing new.

“I’ll lay out a nice ceremonial
outfit. I assume you won’t be wearing the Terracian medallion for this one.
Senator Kelborn and all the opposition leaders will be there, you know.” She
glanced to the side. “Your father had doubts they’d show, considering all the
territories were invited. Good thing the Terracians turned down the invite
after all. But, you won’t want to stir things up…”

Salana held up her hand to get a
word in—a gesture she’d found the most effective when talking with Nina. “I’m
wearing the medallion. I’ve worn it to every official gathering I’ve ever
attended.”

“Oh, but, Ducky. In this case,
you could be shunned for taking that kind of stand. You’re not a child. You’ll
be nineteen, come winter, and that’s well into accountability age. It won’t be
overlooked.”

Folding her arms, Salana cocked
her hip to the side, allowing her long hair to brush her backside. “If Mother
were to be there, she’d be the one taking the stand simply by being who she is.
She’d be shunned, but would stand tall.”

“It would be a simple shunning.
Not that any shunning is seen as simple, really, but she has no choice of who
she is.”

Salana filled her lungs with the
floral-scented air to control her response. “Nina, I’m Terracian, too.”

She paused as the fact sent
warmth to her cheeks. When had she taken that as truth? It had been a shock
when her parents shared that bit of information after her ninth birthday. Her
heart swelled and she fingered the neckline of her sweater where the three
interconnected circles of her medallion would rest. Such a special moment it
had been when her mother adorned her with the medallion of womanhood in pure
Terrace Well tradition.

That’s when I took it as truth.

“You were born Sun Nation. Just
like your father. You have a choice in what you decide to represent.”

With a deliberate blink, Salana
allowed her tone to make it clear the conversation ended. “I’m wearing my
medallion.”

Nina’s thin lips bent into a
sweet smile. Her slow tip-taps crossed the sitting area, and she lifted her
hand, combing the strands from Salana’s face. “Of course you are. I’ll weave
your hair early that morning so it won’t appear too tight by the celebration.
The gold clips to hold your Daughter of the Nation brow band in place?”

“Sure.”

Lightning streaked above the
glass ceiling, and a web of strobes flashed across the sky. Thunder clashed,
shaking palms and ivory around them. Familiar loneliness woke in Salana’s heart
with a start.

They won’t be showing…again.

“Then let’s get you down to your
room. You need to get a good night’s sleep, and my heart needs to know you
won’t stay up here in all of this.”

With a nod, Salana followed her
through the aisles of blooms. Twangs of isolation accompanied her, but the
small hope of another visitor kept them at bay.

As Nina reached to turn off the
light, she glanced over her shoulder. “Oh, and Thomey called just before I came
up. He won’t be making it tonight. All that work at the lab, you know.”

Sunday, January 11, 2015

Hey y'all! Sorry I haven't gotten a Savory Sunday up in a few weeks. A lot has been going on and I haven't been able to be online much but that is changing now :) I though today we would go for a nice easy sweet treat as our recipe for today. So without further ado, Strawberry Angel Food Cake!
~Blythe, Charlene A. Wilson PA